Luyện nghe bài hát Your Wild Years

Long for the with hearts and wings
Something familiar you miss everything
You rest head against the window pane
Feet on the dash through the steady
I drove you while you slept in the front seat
After a show at the Stone
Watch you awake so god sweetly
the Walt Whitman Bridge back to Philly

I and turn at four in the morning
Petrified of where our going
'Cause you're the kind of girl deserves the world
I'm just the kind of guy promises the world
So I fix a drink nice and strong in the
Something quick that'll my conscience
Creep back to bed and I kiss your
Maybe everything is fine and all in my head

A little Irish in your
A little Polish in your
A little in your attitude
the way you were raised
A little Irish in blood
A little Polish in name
A Boston in your attitude
the way you were raised
Just the way you were
Just the way you raised
Just the way you raised
the way you were raised

We up to Massachusetts together
Your old house was just you remember
We stayed in your adolescent
Rummaged the boxes labeled "former you"
The souvenirs of happiness in the
wild years that you often mention
The sands of time in an
That you're begging for back
I got drunk in the afternoon with your in the living room
As the television broke the
You smiled, know that I was trying the best I can do

A little Irish in blood
A little in your name
A little in your attitude
Just the way you raised
A little Irish in blood
A little in your name
A little Boston in attitude
Just the way you were
Just the way you raised
Just the way you raised
Just the way you were
the way you were raised